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EXCLUSIVO: Sai a 12ª avaliação parcial do Críticas para o Miss Universo 2023 após a eleição de 54 candidatas

Porto-riquenha fica em segundo e indiana em décimo após apuração de notas

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Miss Universe Puerto Rico/Divulgação

Na movimentação de cinco coordenações nacionais, Porto Rico e Índia se beneficiaram na apuração de notas da 12ª rodada de avaliações parciais do TV em Análise Críticas para a 72ª edição do concurso de Miss Universo. O melhor desempenho foi o de Karla Guilfú, 25, que provocou uma situação de empate técnico com a líder da rodada, a peruana Camila Escribens, 25.

No entanto, a desvantagem de Karla está no critério de desempate em traje de banho, que coloca a porto-riquenha em segundo lugar e com fortes chances de disputar o título. Oito posições atrás, Sweta Sharda, 22, leva vantagem na 10ª colocação. Vantagem essa que começa no desempate em mídia sobre a equatoriana Delary Stoffers, 23 (11ª). Sua permanência no quadro de 16 favoritas a uma vaga entre as semifinalistas, no entanto, está condicionada a uma combinação de notas que deve sair dos concursos nacionais da sexta-feira (1º) e sábado (2), que deve pegar da Austrália ao México. Abaixo, em ordem decrescente, as notas das 54 candidatas nacionais já eleitas ou aclamadas para o Miss Universo 2023 (O quadro equivale a 60,67% das 89 coordenações credenciadas)

NOTAS DAS CANDIDATAS EM ORDEM DECRESCENTE Foram consideradas as notas dos quesitos de traje de banho e traje de gala, além das aparições em noticiários e exposição de mídia social Candidata Banho Gala Aparições de Mídia Média Geral Camila Escribens (PER) 10 9,993 9,989 9,994 Kamila Guilfú (PUR) 9,996 10 9,988 9,994 Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO) 10 9,988 9,987 9,991 Lisbeth Valverde (CRC) 9,994 9,993 9,988 9,991 Melissa Ingraham (BAH) 10 9,983 9,984 9,989 Diane Leyre (FRA) 10 9,980 9,988 9,989 Athenea Pérez (ESP) 10 9,980 9,987 9,989 Bryoni Govender (RSA) 10 9,979 9,988 9,989 Arbesa Rrahman (KOS) 9,986 9,994 9,988 9,989 Sweta Sharda (IND) 10 9,978 9,988 9,988 Delary Stoffers (ECU) 10 9,978 9,986 9,988 Madison Kvaltin (CAN) 10 9,977 9,988 9,988 Kate Alexeeva (LAT) 10 9,977 9,987 9,988 Michelle Dee (PHI) 10 9,976 9,989 9,988 Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL) 10 9,979 9,985 9,988 Sheynnis Palacios (NIC) 9,992 9,987 9,986 9,988 Jameela Uiras (NAM) 9,979 10 9,987 9,988 Kim Rossen (CUR) 10 9,979 9,983 9,987 Anntonia Porsild (THA) 9,994 9,980 9,989 9,987 Maria Brechane (BRA) 9,974 10 9,989 9,987 Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL) 9,992 9,979 9,988 9,986 Jordanne Levy (JAM) 9,991 9,981 9,988 9,986 Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI) 10 9,971 9,986 9,985 Diana Silva (VEN) 9,997 9,973 9,987 9,985 Issie Princesse (CMR) 9,994 9,976 9,985 9,985 Isabella Garcia-Manzo (ESA) 9,988 9,984 9,985 9,985 Ana Coimbra (ANG) 9,988 9,979 9,988 9,985 Fabienne Groeneveld (INA) 9,985 9,984 9,988 9,985 Michelle Cohn (GUA) 9,975 9,992 9,988 9,985 Angelika Jurkowaniec (POL) 10 9,973 9,981 9,984 Ella Portelli (MLT) 9,991 9,976 9,986 9,984 Celeste Viel (CHI) 9,991 9,975 9,987 9,984 Karol Croes (ARU) 9,989 9,984 9,979 9,984 Elicena Andrada (PAR) 9,988 9,979 9,985 9,984 Rikkie Kollé (NED) 9,978 9,985 9,988 9,983 Estefany Rivero (BOL) 9,977 9,984 9,988 9,983 Andrea Erjavec (CRO) 9,975 9,988 9,988 9,983 Serena Lee (MAS) 9,984 9,985 9,979 9,982 Endi Demnen (ALB) 9,977 9,983 9,986 9,982 Faith Gillezeau (TRI) 9,986 9,974 9,985 9,981 Jessica Page (GBR) 9,977 9,981 9,986 9,981 Vanessa Švédová (CZE) 9,973 9,984 9,988 9,981 Yamile Dajud (ARG) 9,980 9,975 9,985 9,980 Helena Bleicher (GER) 9,977 9,982 9,979 9,979 Julie Tollefsen (NOR) 9,977 9,979 9,983 9,979 Zuheilyn Clemente (HON) 9,976 9,974 9,984 9,978 Kinga Puhová (SVK) 9,975 9,984 9,977 9,978 Earlyca Frederick (STL) 9,975 9,981 9,979 9,978 Tomiris Zair (KAZ) 9,971 9,979 9,978 9,976 Soyun Kim (KOR) 9,974 9,968 9,981 9,974 Diami Almazbekova (KGZ) 9,974 9,967 9,980 9,973 Rio Miyazaki (JPN) 9,965 9,971 9,984 9,973 Angelina Usanova (UKR) 9,965 9,964 9,977 9,968 Ashellica Fahie (IVB) 9,944 9,952 9,982 9,959

NOTAS DAS CANDIDATAS EM ORDEM ALFABÉTICA Foram consideradas as notas dos quesitos de traje de banho e traje de gala, além das aparições em noticiários e exposição de mídia social Candidata Banho Gala Aparições de Mídia Média Geral Endi Demnen (ALB) 9,977 9,983 9,986 9,982 Ana Coimbra (ANG) 9,988 9,979 9,988 9,985 Yamile Dajud (ARG) 9,980 9,975 9,985 9,980 Karol Croes (ARU) 9,989 9,984 9,979 9,984 Melissa Ingraham (BAH) 10 9,983 9,984 9,989 Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL) 10 9,979 9,985 9,988 Estefany Rivero (BOL) 9,977 9,984 9,988 9,983 Maria Brechane (BRA) 9,974 10 9,989 9,987 Ashellica Fahie (IVB) 9,944 9,952 9,982 9,959 Issie Princesse (CMR) 9,994 9,976 9,985 9,985 Madison Kvaltin (CAN) 10 9,977 9,988 9,988 Celeste Viel (CHI) 9,991 9,975 9,987 9,984 Lisbeth Valverde (CRC) 9,994 9,993 9,988 9,991 Andrea Erjavec (CRO) 9,975 9,988 9,988 9,983 Kim Rossen (CUR) 10 9,979 9,983 9,987 Vanessa Švédová (CZE) 9,973 9,984 9,988 9,981 Delary Stoffers (ECU) 10 9,978 9,986 9,988 Isabella Garcia-Manzo (ESA) 9,988 9,984 9,985 9,985 Diane Leyre (FRA) 10 9,980 9,988 9,989 Helena Bleicher (GER) 9,977 9,982 9,979 9,979 Jessica Page (GBR) 9,977 9,981 9,986 9,981 Michelle Cohn (GUA) 9,975 9,992 9,988 9,985 Zuheilyn Clemente (HON) 9,976 9,974 9,984 9,978 Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL) 9,992 9,979 9,988 9,986 Sweta Sharda (IND) 10 9,978 9,988 9,988 Fabienne Groeneveld (INA) 9,985 9,984 9,988 9,985 Jordanne Levy (JAM) 9,991 9,981 9,988 9,986 Rio Miyazaki (JPN) 9,965 9,971 9,984 9,973 Tomiris Zair (KAZ) 9,971 9,979 9,978 9,976 Soyun Kim (KOR) 9,974 9,968 9,981 9,974 Arbesa Rrahman (KOS) 9,986 9,994 9,988 9,989 Diami Almazbekova (KGZ) 9,974 9,967 9,980 9,973 Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO) 10 9,988 9,987 9,991 Kate Alexeeva (LAT) 10 9,977 9,987 9,988 Serena Lee (MAS) 9,984 9,985 9,979 9,982 Ella Portelli (MLT) 9,991 9,976 9,986 9,984 Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI) 10 9,971 9,986 9,985 Jameela Uiras (NAM) 9,979 10 9,987 9,988 Rikkie Kollé (NED) 9,978 9,985 9,988 9,983 Sheynnis Palacios (NIC) 9,992 9,987 9,986 9,988 Julie Tollefsen (NOR) 9,977 9,979 9,983 9,979 Elicena Andrada (PAR) 9,988 9,979 9,985 9,984 Camila Escribens (PER) 10 9,993 9,989 9,994 Michelle Dee (PHI) 10 9,976 9,989 9,988 Angelika Jurkowaniec (POL) 10 9,973 9,981 9,984 Kamila Guilfú (PUR) 9,996 10 9,988 9,994 Earlyca Frederick (STL) 9,975 9,981 9,979 9,978 Kinga Puhová (SVK) 9,975 9,984 9,977 9,978 Bryoni Govender (RSA) 10 9,979 9,988 9,989 Athenea Pérez (ESP) 10 9,980 9,987 9,989 Anntonia Porsild (THA) 9,994 9,980 9,989 9,987 Faith Gillezeau (TRI) 9,986 9,974 9,985 9,981 Angelina Usanova (UKR) 9,965 9,964 9,977 9,968 Diana Silva (VEN) 9,997 9,973 9,987 9,985

Após a rodada, o panorama de classificação das 16 semifinalistas (considerando o padrão adotado pela Miss Universe Organization no Miss Universo 2022) é este:

•Camila Escribens (PER)-9,994 •Kamila Guilfú (PUR)-9,994 •Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO)-9,991 •Lisbeth Valverde (CRC)-9,991 •Melissa Ingraham (BAH)-9,989 •Diane Leyre (FRA)-9,989 •Athenea Pérez (ESP)-9,989 •Bryoni Govender (RSA)-9,989 •Arbesa Rrahman (KOS)-9,989 •Sweta Sharda (IND)-9,988 •Delary Stoffers (ECU)-9,988 •Madison Kvaltin (CAN)-9,988 •Kate Alexeeva (LAT)-9,988 •Michelle Dee (PHI)-9,988 •Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL)-9,988 •Sheynnis Palacios (NIC)-9,988 •Jameela Uiras (NAM)-9,988 •Kim Rossen (CUR)-9,987 •Anntonia Porsild (THA)-9,987 •Maria Brechane (BRA)-9,987 •Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL)-9,986 •Jordanne Levy (JAM)-9,986 •Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI)-9,985 •Diana Silva (VEN)-9,985 •Issie Princesse (CMR)-9,985 •Isabella G.-Manzo (ESA)-9,985 •Ana Coimbra (ANG)-9,985 •Fabienne Groeneveld (INA)-9,985 •Michelle Cohn (GUA)-9,985 •Angelika Jurkowan. (POL)-9,984 •Ella Portelli (MLT)-9,984 •Celeste Viel (CHI)-9,984 •Karol Croes (ARU)-9,984 •Elicena Andrada (PAR)-9,984 •Rikkie Kollé (NED)-9,983 •Estefany Rivero (BOL)-9,983 •Andrea Erjavec (CRO)-9,983 •Serena Lee (MAS)-9,982 •Endi Demnen (ALB)-9,982 •Faith Gillezeau (TRI)-9,981 •Jessica Page (GBR)-9,981 •Vanessa Švédová (CZE)-9,981 •Yamile Dajud (ARG)-9,980 •Helena Bleicher (GER)-9,979 •Julie Tollefsen (NOR)-9,979 •Zuheilyn Clemente (HON)-9,978 •Kinga Puhová (SVK)-9,978 •Earlyca Frederick (STL)-9,978 •Tomiris Zair (KAZ)-9,976 •Soyun Kim (KOR)-9,974 •Diami Almazbekova (KGZ)-9,973 •Rio Miyazaki (JPN)-9,973 •Angelina Usanova (UKR)-9,968 •Ashellica Fahie (IVB)-9,959

As notas de avaliação foram apuradas a partir da verificação de noticiário, redes sociais, material de vídeo e iconografia das candidatas realizada pela redação do Críticas entre os dias 29 e 30 de agosto de 2023, após os concursos realizados entre a noite da quinta-feira (24) e a manhã da quarta-feira (30), de acordo com o horário de Brasília. Elas não refletem necessariamente, a classificação oficial para as semifinais do Miss Universo 2023, bem como para suas etapas classificatórias posteriores (trajes de banho, trajes de gala e entrevistas finais).

#miss universo 2023 #avaliações parciais #candidatas nacionais #concursos nacionais #panorama de classificação #karla guilfú #miss universo porto rico #top 5 #shweta sharda #miss diva india #miss universo india #top 16

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aangarchy · 1 year

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my favorite chaotic scene in atla has to be the one where Zuko and Aang get glued stuck in the sun warrior ruins. just Aang yelling bloody murder bc he's never been in a situation like this without someone eventually helping him out, Zuko telling him to be fucking quiet bc he's used to being left to his own devices, Aang asking what they should do instead and Zuko proposing to have an existential crisis together. absolute gold i'm telling you

#their dynamic this episode was top tier #i call it reluctant besties #pls don't tag this as zukaang zuko was 16 and aang was 12 here #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #aang #zuko #avatar aang #prince zuko

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papertowness · 3 months

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i cannot stop thinking about when cameron told foreman she and chase had sex and foreman was like “ house would do wilson before you would do chase . “ and cameron was like “ no , you would do house and wilson before i would do chase “ girl what did you mean . what did you mean .

#townes watches house !#3 x 16 #‘ top secret ‘#she really said no house and wilson is too likely to happen i need to pick something i KNOW would never happen #incredibly rare cameron w #i can’t believe she’s a hilson shipper good for her #sorry i didn’t take screencaps and i’m too lazy to go back and do it #but i was like PAUSE .#house #house md #james wilson #gregory house #houseposting #hilson #lgbtq #lgbt

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black-rose-writings · 6 months

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My mom, after spending an extended weekend with my dad's old college classmates and their families: It's so weird that all of these very weird, intelligent and structured men who got their masters in engineering in the late 1980s have sons that are all autistic and daughters who all have mood disorders.

Me: Yeah, very weird. Why could that be?

#autism #depression #something tells me the daughters are also autistic #I mean I know I am #our brothers just got diagnosed in elementary school and got help and accomodations #while we were labeled gifted and got no help at all #just more responsibilities and pressure #until we burned out at the ripe old age of 16 #and were now feeling as failures and disappointments to our parents on top of everything else #while also being the first generation to grow up with social media #idk that may just be me

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emblazons · 9 days

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"you knew damn well she'd never refuse you."

Joshua Rosfield & Clive Rosfield Angry Bird Clive Catching Hands • Final Fantasy XVI

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blazingstar29 · 8 months

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When Tom dies, Pete moves into the spare bedroom. He sleeps in the single bed and showers in the guest bathroom whilst dust coats the photo frames and the scents of their intertwined love slowly evaporate. Phone chargers are still plugged into the wall and three-quarter full shampoos sit in the shower.

Months go by until Slider visits and forces him to go into the room.

"Are you going to lock him away in a dark room for the rest of your life?"

"Maybe."

But Slider opens the door and the curtains are still drawn and spiders have nested in the window panes. He holds Pete's hand whilst they strip the bed and holds him together when he cries over Tom's rusted razor by the bathroom sink.

The only thing they don't wash are the pillows. Pete sprays a dusty bottle of cologne into the air and breathes for the first time in months.

#whumptober day 16 got me feeling angst (this is not for whumptober but will probbaly be part of the you might be dying series )#top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick #ron slider kerner #top gun maverick

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lollytea · 9 months

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Thinking about how Hunter was confirmed to be an artist in the finale with a talent for wood carving and now I really think most of the little sculptures on his shelf are ones he made himself, including the Remy doll. The idea of Golden Guard Hunter designing, carving and painting the silliest happiest little fellow just for fun is very cute to me.

#that sculpture on the top shelf of the cave monster thing with the teeth? that is so good actually. he was very talented even before Del #also.....#maybe im just a very gay woman but....#that one on the second shelf on the far right #👀#ok teenage boy you make whatever art you want i wont say anything #me doodling the same thing in my notebooks when i was 16 honestly

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alaraxia · 3 months

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#she’s 16 hours into a Civ 5 game in the top right one #OC vesper #digital art

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tvemanalisecriticas · 9 months

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EXCLUSIVO: Sai a 11ª avaliação parcial do Críticas para o Miss Universo 2023 após a eleição de 49 candidatas

Jamaicana Jordanne Levy fica em 20º lugar, arubenha em 31º e candidata das Ilhas Virgens Britânicas em último

No complemento dos concursos nacionais do domingo (20), a jamaicana Jordanne Levy, 22, teve o melhor desempenho entre as eleitas na faixa da noite. Na 20ª colocação, Jordanne não mostrou muito no no material divulgado pela coordenação nacional nos quesitos mais importantes – traje de banho e traje de gala. A 11ª rodada de avaliações parciais do TV em Análise Críticas para a 72ª edição do concurso de Miss Universo não mostrou mudanças no quadro de 16 favoritas a uma vaga entre as semifinalistas. A arubenha Karol Croes, 27, ocupa a 31ª colocação. Sem grande destaque e com perfil privado no Instagram, Ashellica Fahie, 28, está na 49ª e última colocação. Abaixo, em ordem decrescente, as notas das 49 candidatas nacionais já eleitas ou aclamadas para o Miss Universo 2023 (O quadro equivale a 55,68% do quadro de 88 coordenações credenciadas)

NOTAS DAS CANDIDATAS EM ORDEM DECRESCENTE Foram consideradas as notas dos quesitos de traje de banho e traje de gala, além das aparições em noticiários e exposição de mídia social Candidata Traje de Banho Traje de Gala Aparições de Mídia Média Geral Camila Escribens (PER) 10 9,993 9,989 9,994 Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO) 10 9,988 9,987 9,991 Lisbeth Valverde (CRC) 9,994 9,993 9,988 9,991 Melissa Ingraham (BAH) 10 9,983 9,984 9,989 Diane Leyre (FRA) 10 9,980 9,988 9,989 Athenea Pérez (ESP) 10 9,980 9,987 9,989 Bryoni Govender (RSA) 10 9,979 9,988 9,989 Arbesa Rrahman (KOS) 9,986 9,994 9,988 9,989 Delary Stoffers (ECU) 10 9,978 9,986 9,988 Madison Kvaltin (CAN) 10 9,977 9,988 9,988 Kate Alexeeva (LAT) 10 9,977 9,987 9,988 Michelle Dee (PHI) 10 9,976 9,989 9,988 Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL) 10 9,979 9,985 9,988 Sheynnis Palacios (NIC) 9,992 9,987 9,986 9,988 Jameela Uiras (NAM) 9,979 10 9,987 9,988 Kim Rossen (CUR) 10 9,979 9,983 9,987 Anntonia Porsild (THA) 9,994 9,980 9,989 9,987 Maria Brechane (BRA) 9,974 10 9,989 9,987 Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL) 9,992 9,979 9,988 9,986 Jordanne Levy (JAM) 9,991 9,981 9,988 9,986 Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI) 10 9,971 9,986 9,985 Diana Silva (VEN) 9,997 9,973 9,987 9,985 Issie Princesse (CMR) 9,994 9,976 9,985 9,985 Isabella Garcia-Manzo (ESA) 9,988 9,984 9,985 9,985 Ana Coimbra (ANG) 9,988 9,979 9,988 9,985 Fabienne Groeneveld (INA) 9,985 9,984 9,988 9,985 Michelle Cohn (GUA) 9,975 9,992 9,988 9,985 Angelika Jurkowaniec (POL) 10 9,973 9,981 9,984 Ella Portelli (MLT) 9,991 9,976 9,986 9,984 Celeste Viel (CHI) 9,991 9,975 9,987 9,984 Karol Croes (ARU) 9,989 9,984 9,979 9,984 Elicena Andrada (PAR) 9,988 9,979 9,985 9,984 Rikkie Kollé (NED) 9,978 9,985 9,988 9,983 Estefany Rivero (BOL) 9,977 9,984 9,988 9,983 Andrea Erjavec (CRO) 9,975 9,988 9,988 9,983 Endi Demnen (ALB) 9,977 9,983 9,986 9,982 Faith Gillezeau (TRI) 9,986 9,974 9,985 9,981 Jessica Page (GBR) 9,977 9,981 9,986 9,981 Vanessa Švédová (CZE) 9,973 9,984 9,988 9,981 Yamile Dajud (ARG) 9,980 9,975 9,985 9,980 Helena Bleicher (GER) 9,977 9,982 9,979 9,979 Julie Tollefsen (NOR) 9,977 9,979 9,983 9,979 Zuheilyn Clemente (HON) 9,976 9,974 9,984 9,978 Kinga Puhová (SVK) 9,975 9,984 9,977 9,978 Earlyca Frederick (STL) 9,975 9,981 9,979 9,978 Tomiris Zair (KAZ) 9,971 9,979 9,978 9,976 Diami Almazbekova (KGZ) 9,974 9,967 9,980 9,973 Angelina Usanova (UKR) 9,965 9,964 9,977 9,968 Ashellica Fahie (IVB) 9,944 9,952 9,982 9,959

NOTAS DAS CANDIDATAS EM ORDEM ALFABÉTICA Foram consideradas as notas dos quesitos de traje de banho e traje de gala, além das aparições em noticiários e exposição de mídia social Candidata Traje de Banho Traje de Gala Aparições de Mídia Média Geral Endi Demnen (ALB) 9,977 9,983 9,986 9,982 Ana Coimbra (ANG) 9,988 9,979 9,988 9,985 Yamile Dajud (ARG) 9,980 9,975 9,985 9,980 Karol Croes (ARU) 9,989 9,984 9,979 9,984 Melissa Ingraham (BAH) 10 9,983 9,984 9,989 Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL) 10 9,979 9,985 9,988 Estefany Rivero (BOL) 9,977 9,984 9,988 9,983 Maria Brechane (BRA) 9,974 10 9,989 9,987 Ashellica Fahie (IVB) 9,944 9,952 9,982 9,959 Issie Princesse (CMR) 9,994 9,976 9,985 9,985 Madison Kvaltin (CAN) 10 9,977 9,988 9,988 Celeste Viel (CHI) 9,991 9,975 9,987 9,984 Lisbeth Valverde (CRC) 9,994 9,993 9,988 9,991 Andrea Erjavec (CRO) 9,975 9,988 9,988 9,983 Kim Rossen (CUR) 10 9,979 9,983 9,987 Vanessa Švédová (CZE) 9,973 9,984 9,988 9,981 Delary Stoffers (ECU) 10 9,978 9,986 9,988 Isabella Garcia-Manzo (ESA) 9,988 9,984 9,985 9,985 Diane Leyre (FRA) 10 9,980 9,988 9,989 Helena Bleicher (GER) 9,977 9,982 9,979 9,979 Jessica Page (GBR) 9,977 9,981 9,986 9,981 Michelle Cohn (GUA) 9,975 9,992 9,988 9,985 Zuheilyn Clemente (HON) 9,976 9,974 9,984 9,978 Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL) 9,992 9,979 9,988 9,986 Fabienne Groeneveld (INA) 9,985 9,984 9,988 9,985 Jordanne Levy (JAM) 9,991 9,981 9,988 9,986 Tomiris Zair (KAZ) 9,971 9,979 9,978 9,976 Arbesa Rrahman (KOS) 9,986 9,994 9,988 9,989 Diami Almazbekova (KGZ) 9,974 9,967 9,980 9,973 Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO) 10 9,988 9,987 9,991 Kate Alexeeva (LAT) 10 9,977 9,987 9,988 Ella Portelli (MLT) 9,991 9,976 9,986 9,984 Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI) 10 9,971 9,986 9,985 Jameela Uiras (NAM) 9,979 10 9,987 9,988 Rikkie Kollé (NED) 9,978 9,985 9,988 9,983 Sheynnis Palacios (NIC) 9,992 9,987 9,986 9,988 Julie Tollefsen (NOR) 9,977 9,979 9,983 9,979 Elicena Andrada (PAR) 9,988 9,979 9,985 9,984 Camila Escribens (PER) 10 9,993 9,989 9,994 Michelle Dee (PHI) 10 9,976 9,989 9,988 Angelika Jurkowaniec (POL) 10 9,973 9,981 9,984 Earlyca Frederick (STL) 9,975 9,981 9,979 9,978 Kinga Puhová (SVK) 9,975 9,984 9,977 9,978 Bryoni Govender (RSA) 10 9,979 9,988 9,989 Athenea Pérez (ESP) 10 9,980 9,987 9,989 Anntonia Porsild (THA) 9,994 9,980 9,989 9,987 Faith Gillezeau (TRI) 9,986 9,974 9,985 9,981 Angelina Usanova (UKR) 9,965 9,964 9,977 9,968 Diana Silva (VEN) 9,997 9,973 9,987 9,985

Após a rodada, o panorama de classificação das 16 semifinalistas (considerando o padrão adotado pela Miss Universe Organization no Miss Universo 2022) é este:

•Camila Escribens (PER)-9,994 •Phaimany Lathsabanthan (LAO)-9,991 •Lisbeth Valverde (CRC)-9,991 •Melissa Ingraham (BAH)-9,989 •Diane Leyre (FRA)-9,989 •Athenea Pérez (ESP)-9,989 •Bryoni Govender (RSA)-9,989 •Arbesa Rrahman (KOS)-9,989 •Delary Stoffers (ECU)-9,988 •Madison Kvaltin (CAN)-9,988 •Kate Alexeeva (LAT)-9,988 •Michelle Dee (PHI)-9,988 •Emilie Vansteenkiste (BEL)-9,988 •Sheynnis Palacios (NIC)-9,988 •Jameela Uiras (NAM)-9,988 •Kim Rossen (CUR)-9,987 •Anntonia Porsild (THA)-9,987 •Maria Brechane (BRA)-9,987 •Lilja Sif Pétursdóttir (ISL)-9,986 •Jordanne Levy (JAM)-9,986 •Tatiana Beauharnais (MRI)-9,985 •Diana Silva (VEN)-9,985 •Issie Princesse (CMR)-9,985 •Isabella G.-Manzo (ESA)-9,985 •Ana Coimbra (ANG)-9,985 •Fabienne Groeneveld (INA)-9,985 •Michelle Cohn (GUA)-9,985 •Angelika Jurkowan. (POL)-9,984 •Ella Portelli (MLT)-9,984 •Celeste Viel (CHI)-9,984 •Karol Croes (ARU)-9,984 •Elicena Andrada (PAR)-9,984 •Rikkie Kollé (NED)-9,983 •Estefany Rivero (BOL)-9,983 •Andrea Erjavec (CRO)-9,983 •Endi Demnen (ALB)-9,982 •Faith Gillezeau (TRI)-9,981 •Jessica Page (GBR)-9,981 •Vanessa Švédová (CZE)-9,981 •Yamile Dajud (ARG)-9,980 •Helena Bleicher (GER)-9,979 •Julie Tollefsen (NOR)-9,979 •Zuheilyn Clemente (HON)-9,978 •Kinga Puhová (SVK)-9,978 •Earlyca Frederick (STL)-9,978 •Tomiris Zair (KAZ)-9,976 •Diami Almazbekova (KGZ)-9,973 •Angelina Usanova (UKR)-9,968 •Ashellica Fahie (IVB)-9,959

As notas de avaliação foram apuradas a partir da verificação de noticiário, redes sociais, material de vídeo e iconografia das candidatas realizada pela redação do Críticas no dia 22 de agosto de 2023, após os concursos realizados na noite do domingo (20), de acordo com o horário de Brasília. Elas não refletem necessariamente, a classificação oficial para as semifinais do Miss Universo 2023, bem como para suas etapas classificatórias posteriores (trajes de banho, trajes de gala e entrevistas finais).

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delicate

bradley bradshaw x fem!reader

warnings: cheating (it’s not bradley who does it but it is on the reader), slight emotional cheating, alcohol use, uh that’s it really! unedited as always!

word count: 4.4k

summary: bradley bradshaw has a best friend. he is also in love with his best friend. it’s a shame that everything’s just a little too delicate to mess with.

the way that i’m actively participating in this fandom is literally so funny to me considering i swore off posting my work in any fandom in like 2022 but here we are. my obsession with the white man with the mustache cannot be thwarted by words of the past. or the man with the cute glasses. or the cocky one with the toothpick. but we’ll take it one day at a time

also this is inspired by delicate by taylor swift ofc 🤪 this is for all my lover girls/boys/friends who want hot guys to dream of them. we are cut from the same cloth and we are two sides of the same coins.

Bradley Bradshaw was an outgoing guy. He was the guy that stopped the music just so that he could put on a show of his own. He was the guy that walked in late, expected attention, and got it. He was the guy that took other people out of their shells. He was confident in a way that was endearing. He was steady on his feet and he never faltered.

Until he met you.

The first time he saw you at the Hard Deck, he was intimidated. You were having so much fun on your own with your little group, clearly civilians who ended up in a bar full of sharks in uniform. That first night, all he did was look from afar.

The second time he saw you, your group was a little smaller, but you were still sporting that same smile. He was close enough to hear you turn a few men down over the course of the night, and that was enough to throw him off again. If it was meant to be, he’d see you again, he thought to himself.

And then he saw you again.

It was the night Penny finally put a karaoke machine in the bar. Bradley managed to convince all of the squad to come, simply because he scheduled himself for at least 3 songs. So they all showed up, and just as he was about to start thinking of what his opener was going to be, the bar music stopped and the karaoke machine started playing, accompanied with girly laughter.

There you were. Standing right at the front of the room with sunglasses over your face and a mic to your lips, fighting a smile as you started a one woman rendition of “End Game” by Taylor Swift.

It was clear by the grin on your face that you were doing it purely to make your friends laugh. He watched you in awed silence, dancing all over the small space and laughing when you took a misstep.

“She’s more ballsy than even you, Bradshaw,” Hangman said, nodding up to you dancing. “Or maybe the word is obnoxious.”

“She’s so cute,” Natasha said, laughing. “I love it.”

“Big reputation, BIG reputation,” you were saying into the mic, leaning halfway over.

“I’d have to be so drunk to do that,” Bob muttered to himself, but even he couldn’t deny the guts it took to go up there even as a joke.

The song ended, and you kindly handed the mic to the man standing at the machine, a sheepish look on your face until you were surrounded by your laughing friends.

“You gonna top that, Bradshaw?” Jake asked, and then Bradley looked over at you again, still smiling.

“I’ll let the bar cool down and prepare for me,” Bradley said, still looking over at you. It was then that Jake caught him.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Huh?”

“You should talk to her,” Jake repeated, and Bradley frowned at him. “She's pretty. Looks nice enough.” There was a pause, and then that ever-mocking smirk that came to haunt everyone’s dreams. It meant Jake was up to something. “Or I will.”

So, he did. He walked up to you, thinking it couldn’t possibly be that bad. The worst thing you could do was say “no”, and he would take that in stride. He never had to before, but he would if it meant he could just talk to you. Just see.

He was walking up to you, coming from behind, and then it was like you knew he was coming, because you whipped right around. And then he caught your eyes and all he could say was, “I love your hair.”

He kicked himself in that moment, but he realized afterwards that was probably what saved him. It was a strange comment, but it was better than a sleazy one. It was probably the only reason you didn’t tell him to leave you alone right away.

“Thanks!” You looked him up and down, but it wasn’t super flirtatious- you were just looking, like you were searching for a genuine compliment to give him. You just looked so sweet. “That mustache and shirt combo is awesome. I wish I could pull off colors like you.”

And that was the story of how you and Bradley became close friends. In the beginning, he told himself that he was okay with being just friends with the pretty middle school teacher. He was totally okay with you having a boyfriend, because he was your friend, and only that. But every time he saw you smile and laugh or how passionate you were while creating your lesson plans, he couldn’t help but know that he was lying to himself.

It didn’t help that your boyfriend was a piece of shit. Originally he wasn’t one outright, it was just the little things. He walked on the wrong side of the sidewalk. Bradley witnessed him make you split the tab at the bar. He had a wandering eye. He touched you only when another man got close, almost like he was guarding a treasure rather than protecting the love of his life. It was all wrong, and it all left a sour taste in Bradley's mouth.

The sour taste only got worse when five months into knowing you, that same good for nothing boyfriend of yours got another girl pregnant.

Bradley could have sworn that he was going to get discharged for beating up an enlisted man the first time he heard the news. You were crying, bawling your eyes out over the phone in the middle of the night, crying so hard you were nearly throwing up. You told him that you were calling him because you had nowhere to go and you had to get out of your house. He didn’t blame you. In fact, he had never driven so fast.

So, you stayed at his house that night. One night turned into three, and then three nights turned into a week, and it snowballed from there. At first, it was easy to hide his feelings. You were sad, and making a move was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted was for you to feel better, and soon you eventually did. But his selfish mind almost wished that you never had, because the second you started smiling again in his house, in such close quarters to each other, he felt his resolve slipping.

He felt the words coming on the tip of his tongue every morning. You left earlier than him to go to your classroom and set up, and you always left coffee out for him. Sometimes you made his eggs if you had enough time. You made dinner more often than not, insisting on doing that if he wasn’t going to charge you for staying with him. And then you would pick the best movies and you liked the ones he picked, too. You sang in the shower and the bathroom you used always had makeup and face wash and a comb in it, but you still kept it neat. The words were close to escaping his mouth, but when he clamped his teeth down and held it in, it made that same sour taste that your boyfriend did.

That very sour taste in his mouth was there at the bar when he realized he was watching you far too often for it to be friendly. The last thing he wanted to do was make it seem like he was trying to make a move on you while you were clearly still trying to get over what your ex had done.

“You’d better get your girl, Bradshaw,” Jake drawled, and Bradley rolled his eyes.

“She’s not my girl and she’s a grown woman, she can do what she wants,” he said tiredly, his voice so monotonous that the words sounded rehearsed. He knew that all his friends knew that they were, and it seemed like everyone but you had caught on to the hopeless romantic act he was hiding.

“Well, she never drinks and she doesn’t look like she’s handling it too well.” And then Bradley’s head whipped to the side, just where he knew you were.

Just as Jake said, you were walking up to the karaoke machine, an equally drunk Natasha by your side as you looked through the selection, no doubt about to pick something obnoxious. You weren’t as alert as you usually were, and it worried him. You hated being out of it, that’s why you never drank. He walked up to you quickly, knowing that if you started a song there was no taking you away until it was over.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bradley said from behind you, and he saw your shoulders tense. “I think it’s time to wrap it up.”

“Wrap it up?” You slurred, looking up at him with those pretty eyes that always made his heart skip a beat. “Wrap it up?!” Natasha grimaced at you and then at him, already knowing exactly where it was going. “You know who didn’t wrap it up-”

“It’s okay, that’s not what he meant,” Nat rushed out, turning to look at Bradley. Natasha was one of those that could be four times over the legal limit and no one would no. He envied her in that regard. You were clearly the opposite.

“I just wanted to sing a song,” you said, poking Bradley’s firm chest. “You gonna let me sing a song, Rooster?” There was something about the way you said his callsign that had his cheeks going red. You always called him Bradley, except for when you had that one look in your eye, the one that really had him biting his tongue. “You gonna get off that perch and sing with me?”

“I think it’s time to drop you off at your place,” he assured you without even thinking, but he immediately wanted to swallow his own words when Natasha shook her head rapidly.

“I got kicked out,” you hiccuped, giving him a pointed look. “I sleep in your bed, remember?” You had no idea how much he wanted that to be true.

“Not in my bed,” he corrected quickly when Natasha’s brows shot upward. “In my house.”

“Well, you should probably take her home before she starts a song,” Nat whispered. “She was about to pick “Cowboy Casanova”, that was going to be a disaster.”

He chucked a bit as he touched your arm, his heart fluttering as you looked up at him with your pretty, expressive eyes. His laugh died in his throat. “A-are you ready?”

“Do I get a Bronco ride?”

“You sure do,” he said, and then you two were walking out in the night.

It was easy to get you in the car. You were an easy drunk, just loud. He buckled you up easily and shut the door as you started your own rendition of some Taylor Swift song you had probably told him to listen to.

After your song ended, the ride was quiet. He was happy with the quiet. He was happy because that meant he didn’t have to open his mouth to talk, which meant that he could physically roll his lips shut. Closed lips meant that there was no possibility of him saying something and fucking up a good time. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that you were grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re all smiles now,” he couldn’t help but point out, and he saw you turn towards him.

“You make me smile,” you said easily, still drunk, but it made his heart skip regardless.

Once again, the ride was quiet besides the purring of his Bronco and the occasional blinker noise. Even the music was turned down, but your head was bobbing to some imaginary beat. He couldn't help but make himself see this as a nicer moment than it really was, as a sweeter moment. In reality, he was taking you home because you were about to drunkenly sing a Carrie Underwood song that was going to have you feeling humiliated by the morning. In his mind, he was simply taking you home and making sure you got inside safely. In his mind, it was a simple night, free of drama. There was certainly no cheating boyfriend and no tears.

“What do you dream about?”

Your quiet yet certain tone broke the tension in the atmosphere of his Bronco. “What?”

And then you spoke again, somehow sounding completely sober. “What do you dream about, Bradley?”

“Uh,” he said, feeling his cheeks get a little pink. “I guess it depends.”

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder-” a small burp escaped your lips— definitely drunk—, “do you ever dream of me?”

His heart stopped. He was so glad you were drunk. There was no way you were going to be able to remember the way he uncharacteristically stuttered or didn’t respond for a few seconds. There was no way you’d remember the flush of his cheeks under the bright light.

“W-what?”

You seemed deadly serious. “Do you ever dream of me?”

“I…” almost to his place. Almost to his place. “I think about you a lot,” he settled on saying, his voice much higher than usual.

“Thinking is nice. I can take thinking as the answer. At least thinking is on purpose,” you reasoned with yourself, seemingly to have forgotten he was even there to begin with. “But dreaming is different.”

He was intrigued. His heart was racing, and his hands felt sweaty on the steering wheel. “How so?”

“Dreaming is you being unable to escape a thought,” you said, and he wondered just how you were managing to get your point across so easily while being so smashed. “Dreaming of someone would mean that you think of them even when you’re not thinking. Your subconscious mind lies with them. It’s deeper.”

You were right. He hadn’t thought about it that way, but you were right. There were plenty of things that he swore he was over that he still had nightmares about and every time they happened, he had to face the music.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I really hope you think about me enough to see me in your dreams.”

He couldn’t say anything. What was he supposed to say? That he certainly did, and that every free moment his mind had meant that it was a free for all full of you and everything about you? Hell, he had once even thought about what your next classroom theme could be. You were that embedded into his mind.

“Wait, is it cool that I said all that?” You asked, blinking up at him slowly as the car came to a stop in your driveway. “I just get really in my head sometimes, sorry if I ruined tonight,” you said, shaking your head with a huge smile, as if you didn’t just rock his entire world in a ten minute drive. “Okay, goodnight.” And then you were jumping out of the car.

“Woah,” he called, racing around from his side and picking you up off the ground. You were laughing, clearly not aware that you had just fallen all over the cement of his driveway. You held onto his arm as he walked the both of you up to his front door, and you almost tripped on a crack in the cement.

“My keys.” You had them in your hand, and for a second, he just watched you calmly struggle with that stupid little smile on your face, like you had all the time in the world as the key kept missing the hole that it didn’t even belong to. “Maybe it’s the wrong door.”

He couldn’t help but laugh when he took the keys from you, already halfway forgetting your conversation from earlier. He held onto your keys as he unlocked his door with his own. He opened the door easily and let you in, prepared to tell you goodnight and go right to his room and try to forget the other was right on the other side of the wall, like you two had done so many times before.

“Where ya going?” Before he could even answer, you frowned at him. “You’re ditching me?”

He turned back around. “Do you need help?”

“I’m a big girl, I can take my dress off,” you said with a grin. “But I- I don’t know. I don’t wanna be alone yet.”

“Okay,” he breathed out. “Okay, you don’t have to be alone.”

And so you weren’t. He stood at the doorway of his guest bathroom, the one that had the makeup and pink towel and even a pink rug. He had given up the space to you without second thought, and as he watched you dart around in it and start to take your hair down and take your makeup off, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. You looked so comfortable in his house. It was all he ever wanted wrapped up in just one moment.

“Do you wanna know what broke me the most?” You asked out of the blue as you started to wipe your lipstick off, eyes connecting with his in the mirror. You took a deep breath to wind up for the next round of words even without his response. He knew that you were going to talk regardless. It was one of the things he loved about you.

“I wasn’t even sad about the fact that he cheated. I was happy.”

He was thrown on his ass again by you. You had a habit of taking his breath away more than once a day, probably once every two hours or so to be exact, but this was different. You were pulling no punches. You were throwing hand grenades in the form of words tonight, and he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it.

“It gave me an excuse to leave him. But then there was three or so moments and I realized the reason I was okay with it was because I was finally free of guilt, because the whole time I was with him- I’m an awful person,” you started sobbing and you let yourself sink to the floor, sitting on the pink rug. His brows lifted to his forehead for a split second before he went right down to the ground with you, and his hand found your skin and your back soothingly.

“You’re not a bad person, not even close.” He shook his head. You were an angel. He was genuinely convinced of that.

“I wanted you the whole time.” you slurred, eyes wide but not as present as he wanted them to be. Not while you said the exact words that he had been harboring since what felt like the beginning of time. “Almost ever since I met you. And I can’t help but feel sick when I think about how what he did is my karma.”

He was in shock. He didn’t know if he was more surprised about the fact that you were being so open about something that he was so hush-hush about, or about the fact that you said you wanted him. You wanted him. This was something out of his wildest dreams- just as you had predicted. And then he crashed back down to reality and realized you were drunk off your ass in a party dress, so fucked up that your legs were going every which way and your lipstick was smeared.

“Nothing happened, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he said quietly, ignoring the fact that his stomach felt like it was doing a Simone Biles level floor routine.

“But I would’ve,” you admitted, “if you had given me the sign.” Your bottom lip wobbled, and then you were full on sobbing. “I’m a disgusting person. Awful. Oh my god,” you whined, hands over your face as you hyperventilate on his wooden floor.

You were fucked up.

You were so gone, there was no denying that. He forced himself to let the words go in one ear and out the other, and when he took a few deep breaths of his own, he realized that you were still crying.

“You’re not a bad person, I promise.” You didn’t say anything, but after a few moments, he was sure you weren’t going to change your mind. “I think you’ll feel better if we cleaned you up.”

Your mascara was running, your lipstick was still smeared, and you kind of looked like a hot mess, but you were still gorgeous to him. You always would be. You didn’t say anything, and he took a makeup wipe from the counter and without a word started to wipe your face.

It was a silent exchange. Probably because the both of you were too scared to say much else. You let him wipe your face off and then he helped you stand. You let him take your heels off for you. He left for a few seconds and came back with some of your clothes, the nice pajamas he knew you liked to sleep in, and then started the shower and left. You were in and out.

When you were all done, he was sitting at the table. It was late, but he was drinking a beer with his back turned to you. He heard you clear your throat, and he had to stop himself from jumping.

“Goodnight,” you said quietly, and when he said it back, he heard you turn around and walk back to the room he had given you, and the door hut.

He wasn’t going to sleep well at all.

§§

It was Sunday morning. The worst morning for this situation to be happening. If it was a weekday, you would’ve already been gone, at least. He would have had the whole day to think about how to go about it. But it was Sunday morning, and neither of you went to church. You were stuck.

He didn’t expect you to be up. He knew that he could probably walk to the kitchen and be in the living room for most of the morning without you coming out. Your hangover had to be awful. So, he padded out of his bedroom, rubbing his face and going straight to the coffee pot.

That already had coffee in it.

“Hi.” His entire posture changed.

How he had entirely missed you sitting at the table, he didn’t know. But there you were, a cup of coffee in your hands and a small smile on your face.

You were beautiful. He didn’t know how you didn’t look like you were hit by a bud considering how messed up you were last night, but how could you ever? You always looked so out together and so cute. Of course you could smile with a hangover.

“Good morning,” he said, his raspy voice coming out surprised. He was looking at you cautiously, not quite sure if you remembered what happened. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” you said, now you were grinning. “It was so nice. Peaceful.” He decided that you definitely didn’t remember a thing, and he relaxed.

He ignored the wave of sadness that came with the loss of tension.

“What about you?” You asked, genuinely wondering, and he sighed. “You have any dreams?” He took a look at you from over the coffee mug he was drinking from. “You know I minored in psych, I love dreams.”

“No, no dreams,” he said, trying to shut out that whole conversation from last night. “I just can’t believe you’re waking up so… happy. Everyone but me and Bob was so drunk.”

“I had a rough night? I cried a lot, huh?” You asked, and he almost laughed in wonder. How did you not realize that he was literally in love with you? How could you forget that the words you said last night were probably the most important ones he had ever heard?

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Everyone has a rough night every once in a while. I’m surprised you don’t have a headache or anything.”

“Yeah. It’s probably canceled out because of the lack of stress I feel now,” you said, and he nodded his head when he assumed that you were talking about shedding the skin of the man that was holding you back. “It was real nice to get all that off my chest.”

He froze.

You were just drinking from your mug, making annotations in your book. He was staring at you with wide eyes as he tried to understand what to make of what you just said. “Thanks for taking my makeup off, too. That would have ruined my skin progress.”

Holy shit, you remembered everything. “What?”

You had to be playing with him. There was no other way. You finally shut your book, and then you leaned forward on your hands and looked at him with your eyes, one of his biggest weaknesses. “I meant everything I said, Bradley.”

“You remember?”

“Yeah, I always do,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “That's why I don’t drink. I do things I normally wouldn’t but I never have the luxury of forgetting, so I always wake up embarrassed.”

Did you realize that you were holding his heart in your hands? “Are you embarrassed now?” Please don’t be embarrassed that you said those things. Please don’t be embarrassed because they’re not true. God, let it all be true.

“Only if you want nothing to do with me,” you said softly, looking at him with such vulnerability that it made his heart skip a beat.

“Are you kidding?” He finally said, and he knew then that you were right about letting the feeling lift off of his chest. “You’re in my dreams almost every night, that’s gotta count for something.”

You made the first move to get to him. He realized then that you were a master at making the first move- he had only done it once (after striking out twice) but you had done it twice in two days. And then you were all in his space, breaching it with a certain confidence that made him weak in the knees. It made him want to hold you and hold onto you.

“Almost?” you asked, and as he looked down at you from so close up, he knew what he had already suspected to be true; he was a goner. “I want every dream.”

“Who would I be to deny you?” And then he made a move of his own, kissing you and effectively tying the score 2-2.

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